The Honey Pot
dressesdancingandtv:

Doggelganger is a website that lets you put up your own picture and then matches your face to that of a dog that looks like you (and happens to need adoption in New Zealand). This is who I got, Kala. Pretty cute idea!

Congratulations on your face, Astrid. and your cute doggelganger <3
hahaha, I tried to do this yesterday. My face is not dog compatible, or something.
what if I’m not a robot dog?
oh god, I hope I’m not a cat.

dressesdancingandtv:

Doggelganger is a website that lets you put up your own picture and then matches your face to that of a dog that looks like you (and happens to need adoption in New Zealand). This is who I got, Kala. Pretty cute idea!

Congratulations on your face, Astrid. and your cute doggelganger <3

hahaha, I tried to do this yesterday. My face is not dog compatible, or something.

what if I’m not a robot dog?

oh god, I hope I’m not a cat.

I talk to cats. WHO doesn&#8217;t talk to cats?
when I lived in Phoenix,(as an adult, by the way) I used to chase my very timid cat, Feral, around shouting &#8220;let me love you.&#8221; and &#8220;I&#8217;m gonna love you so hard.&#8221; whenever my AuntAbides would see this, she would fall into a fit of laughter and would tell me I was going to make some man very happy one day.
#thishasyettobeproven
but butt
#italwaysmakesmelaugh

I talk to cats. WHO doesn’t talk to cats?

when I lived in Phoenix,(as an adult, by the way) I used to chase my very timid cat, Feral, around shouting “let me love you.” and “I’m gonna love you so hard.” whenever my AuntAbides would see this, she would fall into a fit of laughter and would tell me I was going to make some man very happy one day.

#thishasyettobeproven

but butt

#italwaysmakesmelaugh

(via eebees)

I had an epiphany while going through a package Jules sent me:
I might be a robot dog.
Also, Jules has to stop sending me fabulous things.
These are the worries of my (very probably) robot dog mind:
How will we ever be able to afford our Commune of Congratulations in the English countryside if she can&#8217;t stop showering me with gifts?

I had an epiphany while going through a package Jules sent me:

I might be a robot dog.

Also, Jules has to stop sending me fabulous things.

These are the worries of my (very probably) robot dog mind:

How will we ever be able to afford our Commune of Congratulations in the English countryside if she can’t stop showering me with gifts?